"You've already said nothing's going to change this." Marc scowled, staring at Isaac, pulling slightly against the hold on his arm. "You've said you're going to fuck me on the way to your fucking wedding. And fuck yes, I want to talk to her. But if you tell me you've settled it, I'll trust you. I don't want to scare the shite out of your wife. I actually like Tracey."
But liking her wasn't the same as trusting her. And trust wasn't something Marcus had ever given easily, not since he was very, very young.